Flights⭐H.S

⭐ Chapter 18 ⭐

"Niall! Drop the freakin sandwich! You're supposed to be helping me, not eating." Harry shouts at Niall.

"I am helping! But I need to eat, do you want me to faint, mate?" Niall shouts back with a scrunched up nose displaying his slight annoyance.

Both of them are attempting to set up a tent. Harry has no idea what he's doing. He keeps flipping the corner of the tent sheet inward and outwards looking completely lost. Niall is just standing there, sandwich in one hand and with the other corner of the sheet in the other hand.

Shawn and Reese already set up one tent and are on their second. I met Shawn earlier and let me say he is definitely good eye candy. Nothing compared to Harry of course, but definitely attractive. He's really sweet and nice.

"C'mon Niall! Cooperate!" Harry shouts.

"I am." Niall whines and then takes another bite of his sandwich.

"C'mon Niall!" Harry huffs blowing a curl out of his face.

"Need help guys?" Shawn offers a helping hand.

"Ye-"

"We're fine. Niall is just being....." Harry takes a glance at Niall who had now completely let go of tent and was holding his sandwich with both hands and slowly chewing. Harry sighs. "Niall."

Shawn lets out a chuckle at that. "Here, I'll help." Shawn insists.

In less than 10 minutes the tent is up and ready.

"Good job, lads. We nailed it." Niall high fives Harry and Shawn.

"More like Shawn nailed it." Noemy says in my ear.

I laugh. Her and I are getting the food and stuff organized. Reese and Ed are gathering wood to make a bonfire later. I look over at Harry who is wiping the glistening sweat from his forehead. He catches my glance and gives me a small smile. My heart twitches in my chest every time he does that. I am such a middle schooler. Gosh, how much I love him.

"What's his name again?" Noemy tugs on my shoulder. I turn to see her pointing a finger to Ed.

"I need to know where he put the lighter."

"Yo, carrot." I call out to Ed and chuckle a little.

He immediately turns around. "I was hoping you had forgotten about that." He smiles.

"You wish, carrot." I tease. I haven't seen Ed in a while but if he thought I had forgotten about his nickname, boy is he wrong. "Where'd you put the lighter?"

"Oh, I got it in my pocket." Ed takes the lighter from his pocket. "Catch," he says before throwing it to me.

Of course I am no baseball player and the lighter hits me right in the face even though I had my hands out wide like an idiot. Clumsy me strikes once again. Noemy starts laughing really hard instead of asking if I'm okay. The good thing is I'm wearing my glasses so there was no harm done to my pupils.

"I am so sorry!" Ed calls out and rushes to help me.

"It's okay. You almost broke my nose but its no big deal." I snort out a chuckle.

"Stop it. Are you serious?" He examines my face with a worried expression.

"No Ed. I'm fine." I laugh.

"I've always wanted a nose job anyways." I joke.

Ed's mouth tugs into a small smile but the worry in his eyes is still evident. I rub his arm with the hand that isn't rubbing my nose and assure him with a grin.